Hidden Passion
I miss you even when we're in mix company
Because social mores inhibit the passion burning in me
Only if I can ever have you alone can I ever feel free
Alone with all my senses tuned into you
Telepathically knowing what to do
Instinctually carrying it through
Tasting your tongue, feeling your flesh, smelling your sweat
Hearing your voice while I watch your face as you start to get wet
Making the sweetest memory we shall ever get
Departure
My heart is anchored in pain
I have no shelter from the rain
I'm a lone drifter of an empty plain
Once security now solitude occupies my brain
My sins weigh heavy on me
I am not the man I should be
A man of flesh can never be free
For all faults face some sort of scrutiny
But now I look at you
And I can see right through
And see all the sins you do
And you've lost all the trust I've given to
In faith, hope and love we were connected
But the bonds were eroded and infected
Somehow the bonds became unprotected
And our sins have made us disconnected
Personal Poverty (Haiku)
Twenty seven cents
Can't even buy more paper
To list all my needs
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